065 Green Storm, Wayward Youth!

The young woman was clearly still suspicious of Xue Feng.

"I need information. These medicines are my payment to you for the intelligence you provide," Xue Feng said, spreading his hands.

At these words, the young chef and the others visibly relaxed. If it was just an exchange of information, there was no issue. Shen Ruyan, upon hearing this, was deeply impressed. If he had offered the medicines for free, these people might not have trusted him. But by proposing a trade, they could accept it. It was like those street vendors—if something is offered for free, people suspect a scam.

"Sorry, we were being overly cautious. My name is Liu Jun," the young chef apologized, extending his hand.

"Brother, we can't be sure they're good people yet," Liu Qiqi muttered under her breath.

But with a glare from Liu Jun, the girl immediately fell silent and turned away.

"It's nothing. As long as the misunderstanding is cleared up," Xue Feng replied with a slight smile, shaking his hand. At the same time, he remained alert, ready to activate Shen Xiao at a moment's notice should Liu Jun try anything. In an instant, Liu Jun would become nothing but a shriveled corpse. However, Liu Jun made no suspicious moves and quickly released his grip.

He led Xue Feng into a restaurant and took a seat, beginning to explain why they had misunderstood him. It turned out that a group of delinquent youths, the so-called "rich second-generation biker gang" from before the apocalypse, had banded together and called themselves "Green Storm." They drove various modified cars around the area, not only looting supplies but also burning down houses when drunk and seeking all sorts of thrills. The medicines in the vicinity had been seized by these people. Many among Liu Jun's group were ill, so he had to negotiate with them. The gang demanded food in exchange for medicine. Yet when Liu Jun and his people brought the food, the gang simply took it and left.

"Those swindlers!" the girl shouted angrily.

Xue Feng now learned that the girl's name was Zhou Qiqi, Liu Jun's younger sister. Liu Jun was the leader of this survivor base, which housed more than fifty people. Despite the chaos, there had been no collapse of morality or ethics, thanks in part to the fact that half the survivors were married couples, all shop owners from the same street. The area was a restaurant district, well-stocked with food and drinking water.

Moreover, they were able to survive so long because Liu Jun was an ability-user.

"Do you know where their base is located specifically?" Xue Feng asked, suspecting this was the very gang he had been looking for.

"If you're thinking of dealing with them, I advise you to give up," Liu Jun replied, his tone seething with anger. "Those guys are completely untrustworthy! If they couldn't steal the medicine, they just burned it! That's why we have so few essentials left."

Trustworthiness? Shen Ruyan couldn't help but show a bitter smile. In the apocalypse, who still spoke of trust? Liu Jun was far too naive. In her eyes, this base would not last much longer.

Xue Feng also realized at this moment that in the apocalypse, beyond food and water, medicine was truly the rarest commodity.

Just then, a harsh blare sounded from outside.

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!

"They're here!" Liu Jun shouted in fury, rushing out first. The others, on high alert, grabbed their weapons and moved into the street. Xue Feng and his companions followed.

Once outside, they saw across the street three roaring, modified off-road vehicles, each with reinforced bumpers and steel bars on the front, clearly designed for ramming zombies. Some even had bits of rotting flesh stuck to them. Along with these, there was a cement mixer truck and numerous motorcycles bringing up the rear.

Seeing this, Xue Feng understood why Liu Jun and the others had immediately suspected him; his armored vehicle bore a strong resemblance to theirs.

The blaring horn of the cement mixer attracted a horde of zombies, which swarmed toward it in a frenzy. The truck was prepared for this, deliberately luring the zombies as it sped toward the commercial street.

Boom! The iron gate was smashed open as the truck barreled through, heading to the other side. No one dared to stand in its way, and waves of zombies poured in behind it.

"That's ruthless," Xue Feng couldn't help but mutter.

The people of the restaurant street had already armed themselves and begun to fight.

The most striking among them was Liu Jun. With a furious roar, his body sprouted thick hair, and his hands grew sharp claws. The sight startled Xue Feng—was this Wolverine? But Liu Jun was far from possessing Wolverine's skill; his claws flailed about more out of instinct than technique. Still, he was more than a match for ordinary zombies.

Xue Feng drew his nanotech morphing sword, which currently took the form of an axe, and joined the battle. It wasn't that he had a particular fondness for axes, but a fireman's axe was inconspicuous, and no one would suspect its true power. He refrained from using Shen Xiao—now wasn't the time to reveal his abilities. Otherwise, he could have cleared the zombies in an instant.

Meanwhile, the doors of the three modified off-roaders swung open, and a group of rowdy youths spilled out, sporting garishly dyed hair, earrings, and tattoos.

"Whoa, what kind of vehicle is that? So cool—it'll be mine soon!" one of the young men with yellow hair leered, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain as he stared at Xue Feng's armored vehicle.

"Let's take care of those guys first," said a woman with green hair. She was quite attractive but wore heavy gothic makeup, making her look almost inhuman.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host. Intelligence verified successfully.]

[Reward: Armored vehicle upgraded to Apocalypse Combat Armored Vehicle!]

[Firepower increased, automatic attack system installed.]

The armored vehicle had been upgraded? A look of joy appeared on Xue Feng's face; he hadn't expected another enhancement. Previously, his only method for dealing with zombies on the road was to run them over. Now, with greater firepower and an automatic attack system, he would never have to worry about hordes blocking his path again.

"Hey boss, check out those chicks," one of the punks leered at Shen Ruyan and You Haoyun, practically drooling.

"Damn, they're hot! If I'd known there were beauties here, I'd have come sooner!" the yellow-haired punk laughed, his gaze disgusting.

"You should know—you're going to die horribly for that," Xue Feng said coldly, stepping forward as the last of the zombies were cleared. This gang of thugs could rob whomever they wished—it was none of his business. But to insult his women? There was only one word for it: death.